Notes: All characters are either 18 or above.
Second Notes: Although the main character starts out "straight", there will be no heterosexual sex in this story. Here are some things you can expect! An intersex/futa character, instances of incest and a lesbian harem with side couples.
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I'd never been a particularly kind person if I'm being honest.
Now, I've never been mean to people either, but before that day, I can't remember the last time I went out of my way to help someone. And why should I? Most people take one look at my long black hair, my deathly pale skin and the stereotypically squinted Asian eyes my mother so graciously allowed me to inherit and they say "Oh! She's the girl from The Ring!"
So, forgive me for saying that saving that woman wasn't a regular thing for me. I don't even know what I was thinking when I did it! It just... Happened. That's all, I mean, everyone does kind stuff for no reason sometimes, right? It doesn't mean I'm a kind person.
As a matter of fact, that whole day was weird from the start. At 8:00 am, that fateful day, I was playing the latest MMO when my mother burst through the door.
"GOOOOOD MORNING~!" She sang like a bird, only way more annoying.
"Morning," I replied shortly and sweetly. See, I was of the strict belief that if you could convey something in very few words, why not do that then? And no, this belief was not a result of the fact that I was so shy I could barely communicate well with my own mother, not at all.
She walked up to me and hugged me. Maybe if a regular human being had hugged me, my head wouldn't have been trapped between two globe-like breasts, but for some reason, my mother possessed that kind of body that most social activists had been insisting couldn't be possible (you know, huge tits, huge legs, but extra-slim waist), but genetics refused to let me have it as well.
Basically, it looked like I was being hugged by a far more attractive version of myself.
"I made you some eggs and bacon!" She said far too loudly for someone who was, you know, right on top of me.
"Thanks."
"Alright, sweetie. By the way, Ashley asked if you'll be at school on time today."
I sighed. The Ashley in question happened to be the only girl in the world I considered my friend, and she did not relent when it came to using that title to intrude in my affairs (meaning "get me to actually do stuff"). Truthfully, we're probably only friends by default since I've known her since kindergarten.
For some reason, she and my mother liked to talk on the phone for longer than even we talked on the phone. So, Ashley's basically a second mom at this point. Which is disturbing. When I first heard about friends becoming family, this wasn't what I had in mind.
Sure enough, I let my team online know that I was signing out and looked on my phone. One message from one of the only two people who send me messages.
TheFriend: Miiiiriiiiiii! Hello! <3
Me: hey
TheFriend: u on ur way yet?
Me: no
TheFriend: Uh...
TheFriend: What are you waiting for?
Me: motivation, money, hot guys to acknowledge my existence... need I go on?
TheFriend: Just get here already!
Me: fine
Without further ado, I sluggishly put myself together. Basic black hoodie over the basic school shirt, basic brown skirt and basic me, along with a bra that was as boring as possible, with equally boring panties to match. I sighed when I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that yeah, if this girl showed up in front of my children, I'd probably cover my kid's eyes and say "don't worry, she won't hurt you."
Why, oh why, did I have to look like a character from a cheesy Japanese horror movie?
I went down and ate with my mom. She was just finishing up her plate when I thought of asking something.
"Will you be out late today?" I asked. I wanted to know so I could order some takeout or something.
"U-Uh, yeah!" My mom stuttered. "My boss wants me to run over some... Files! Yeah, files."
I sighed internally. I wished she'd just tell me she's a stripper already.
And no, I'm not guessing, she actually was a stripper. Not that I'm judging her, mind you. I realize that as a single-parent she has to make ends meet and all that. I just wish she'd be more honest about it. And I'm not about to come out with "hey mom, I know you've been pole dancing and shit, stop with the excuses."
I mean, did she really expect me to believe her cashier job at UltraMart required her to come in at night to go over files? Come on!
"Alright, I'll get some pizza," I muttered.
She smiled sadly at me and nodded. With that out of the way, I picked up my backpack, which was currently covered in rock band stickers, and prepared for the first day of my final semester of senior year. Holy shit, I was nearly done with that place. I wasn't really the kind of girl that used the phrase "I'm excited" often, but for that moment where I could flip off every single person at that school, I was ecstatic.
My school was just a ten-minute walk away, as it was for most of the other students who also lived in the same neighborhood. I kept my headphones plugged into my brain, pumping Vietnam Era rock music into my body as I walked on the streets of Halfgreen Town.
Halfgreen wasn't a bad place, by any means, but what the hell was it about this environment that made people so damn happy? I get it, there are bound to be people with better lives than mine, not everyone is an unloved Ring child, but seriously, as I marched down the recently updated streets I saw nothing but grins and cheerful conversations all around me.
My phone buzzed.
[TheFriend has sent you a picture!]
Attached was Ashley with her friends, all doing silly poses while looking at the camera. A note below read: "wish u were here"
"... Am I being mocked right now?" I asked aloud.
Because I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, of course, I bumped into someone. Whoever they were, goddamn were they strong, because I didn't even get the chance to squeak before I fell on my ass. I looked up, ready to apologize because I'd been maintaining a streak of not fighting people for 18 years and I wasn't about to end it when a hand reached out to me.
"Sorry about that, here, let me help you up."
One of the cutest, most athletic boys I'd seen in weeks was flashing me a toothy grin as he held a hand out.